capeandcowllogs | This is my own life keepin' me down [Semi-open]

WHO: Starscream

owwmyspine, possibly others?
WHERE: DOWNTOWN?
WHEN: Wednsday
WARNINGS: VIOLENCE
SUMMARY: Starscream's desire is to be taken seriously as a Decepticon commander. A REAL Decepticon Commander CONQUERS PEOPLE. AND TERRORIZES THEM. CONQUERING AND TERRORIZING ARE GO. But Jamie has something to say about these shenanigans.
FORMAT: WHATEVER PEOPLE WANT. Just because Teal is TL;DR doesn't mean you have to be ssrly guys.
Notes: If you want to encounter Starscream during his little bitchfit, please IM me! I thiiink Waspinator and possibly Knives and Lust were interested...? I just don't want this to be too much of a clusterfuck. If you're in, tag in separate threads plz!

It was like there was something in his head, something pushing him. It had become urgent, suddenly. Get out of this skin. Make people respect him. A very tiny voice in the back of his head - the one that sounded a bit like Waspinator - was telling him that this was a terrible plan, but he ignored it. He would have recognition. He would have respect. And they would bow to him.

He pulled out the red-and-silver steel rectangle. It was about the size of a very, very old-model laptop, and weighed considerably more than its size suggested. Slinging it onto his back, he adjusted the straps on the front across his chest, making sure it was snug.

Then he spoke, in clear Cybertronian, "Code Primax 984.17 Alpha. Authorization: Commander Starscream. Transform and Rise Up!"

With a familiar sound, the rectangle unfolded around him, pieces locking into place as electronics were pulled out of subspace. Within a few seconds, he was completely suited up. The new subroutines he'd added just the night before (he hadn't slept in two days) plugged wires into the slots he'd implanted into his arms, his legs, his spine. No direct neural interface yet, certainly not. That would take more time than he had. But soon. For now, the implants would simply measure his muscle motions and let the suit react faster. Better. Like his own body. As it should be.

Of course, the implants hadn't completely healed yet, and already he was bleeding a little again. It all hurt and he didn't care. It was just human flesh. Something he'd soon be rid of.

He took off from his balcony with a roar, shooting into the sky, looking for somewhere to terrorize. Somewhere that he'd make an impression.

Well, Union Square was a good start, wasn't it?

Flying low, he descended right near the statue of George Washington, before cackling through the speakers in his suit:

"Citizens of the City! The Decepticon Army claims this planet as their own!"

The little rational voice was asking if he had some sort of plan other than blowing things up, but honestly, he didn't care. He needed to show them. Now.

And so he started firing into the crowd...

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Starscream had not been killing anyone yet - they were terrified enough as it was. Instead, he'd simply been shooting at their feet, making near-misses. Fear was the key. He hovered low to the ground, herding the fools into a flood of panic.

"Sheep, all of you! Nothing more than disgusting sacs of carbon molecules and water, you're unworthy to even walk the same planet as I!" he snarled. The tiny, slightly buzzing voice in the back of his head was wondering what the hell he was even saying.

And then he spotted the stranger.

This one was not afraid, and... rather clearly not human. And that movement, that almost lazy motion which had resulted in such a shower of blood...

He actually stared for a few moments.

"... who the slag are you?" he asked, suddenly, hovering about ten feet away, his engines making a low whine.

There was chaos in the streets, but Knives didn't care. It was right, familiar to him in a way that could only be described as coming home. Death, destruction, genocide - they were terms that defined him, shaping his very existence from the time he was a child. He's a monster and a killer, and despite how much he'd been forced to hide it here, it was very much in evidence now.

The humans were running, from him as well as Starscream now, and the look he gave the hovering form was supremely unafraid - a predator through and through.

"Knives."

She didn't have superenhanced senses--that was Gluttony's particular strength--but Lust was aware enough to hear so much screaming from a relative distance. She'd been expecting a more major outburst, truth be told; but that was normal from someone who watched the network as devotedly as she did, and kept such close tabs on their own cravings. It hadn't been so hard to see disaster coming, but running into this one in particular was a surprise. Honestly, this had been a day off--she was wearing pants, even--but if things were going to become interesting, she had no choice.

Without pause, she dropped her newspaper and walked in the direct opposite direction as the approaching stream of fleeing humans. Lust wasn't amazingly fast, either--that was Sloth's bad--but she was agile and mean enough to near Union Square and the budding chaos within in decent time. The robot was new, though it had precedent--but it (he? she?) wasn't the only thing they were running away from. There was someone else, male, more humanoid--oh. Knives was killing them again? What a surprise.

She pushed her way forward with just a bit more viciousness, her sole concession to the needling voice in the back of her head that was whining, practically begging her to spill blood, and she said absolutely nothing.

Starscream slowly smiled, the grin reflected on the faceplate of his armor.

"Knives. A proper name," he said, pausing to shoot the legs out from under a fleeing pedestrian. "Fitting form and function, as it should be."

In the back of his mind (the rational part), there was a little voice saying it was absurd to be standing in the middle of the street in broad daylight having this kind of conversation with this kind of decorum. He didn't care, though, couldn't care. It was too much fun.

"I found it rather ironic myself." There's that smile again, the one that said he loved it. "Enjoying yourself?"

Still making her way through the crowd--and the prospect of just killing them was growing more tempting by the second but she wouldn't let herself do it, not now, not in broad daylight in civilian clothes--Lust neared the figure she knew until, finally, she stepped into Knives' personal bubble: the void of empty pavement where, up to less than a minute ago, the humans had been.

"Friend of yours?" she called, her voice a little strained.

The crowd was rapidly thinning, giving the three a wide berth. Starscream was almost disappointed, that had been fun.

"Friend?" he said, idly shooting one fleeing man in the back. "Well, we've only just met... and you are..?"

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Knives watched the pedestrians flee, a glimmer of the same madness that had led him to slaughter millions shining in his eyes. He refrained, though, Lust's appearance making him focus on her, on this instead of bloodshed.

"Lust."

It was that expression that made her, for the first time that day, smile. She knew what he, at least, wanted--and it was tempting--but this was not the time, and she would wait. She had waited before, and she could wait now. Couldn't she?

"That would be me," she said, glancing with some interest at the... giant fucking robot. "Did I miss your introduction, or did you just not give it?"

This is my own life keepin' me down [Semi-open]

... my writing sucks today and I apologize D:

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aaannnnd i meant to write "bag" in that first post instead of bad WTG SELF

Re: aaannnnd i meant to write "bag" in that first post instead of bad WTG SELF

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